Maruc’s eyes adjusted to the gloom within the guardroom. The elf had spied a captive and Maruc swiftly went to see if another poor, wayward soul had be tormented by the goblins. This one had not been so fortunate as Ludo.
“What’s that? A prisoner?” inquired the elf.
Miklos eye’d the stranger suspiciously, rags or no. He could be in the employ of the goblins. Or perhaps the Yellow Robed Man in disguise? He turned to Ludo and quitely whispered out of earshot, “Do you know this man? Were you ever confined together? This all seems a little convenient if you have not. Perhaps hastily contrived? We’ve met the cunning artifice of goblins before.”
Hasan leaped past Ludo and moved hastily to the cell. “Come now, come out, help is here,” the elf urged the ragged prisoner.
While the others looked to the prisoner, the dwarf kept an eye out from the doorway for goblins returning.
As they approached the cell, they saw the figure was that of an old Traladaran woman. She was trying to tell them something, but her voice was strained. She pointed at the tree in the middle of the room. A group of seven goblins rushed out from behind it, ambushing the group.